As the sun set over the bustling city, Emily slipped into her favorite black lace lingerie and high heels. With a glass of wine in hand, she sat down at her desk and clicked on the webcam app. A sense of excitement coursed through her veins as she waited for the connection to be established.
It didn't take long before she saw the familiar face of her devoted poop slave appear on the screen. His eyes were filled with adoration and anticipation as he watched her, biting his lower lip nervously. "Hello, my love," she purred, leaning forward into the camera.
"Hello, Mistress Emily," he replied, his voice quivering with anticipation. "You look absolutely breathtaking tonight."
Emily smiled, feeling the power course through her veins. "It's good to be appreciated," she said, taking a sip of her wine. "Now then, let's get down to business, shall we?"
With that, she lifted her dress and did a slow turn, exposing her curvy body to the camera. Her ass was perfectly shaped, plump and round with just enough jiggle to it make it irresistible. "Do you like what you see, my little slave?" she asked, keeping her tone light and teasing.
The man on the other end of the connection couldn't hide his excitement. His cock was already hard as stone, straining against his pants. "You are exquisite, Mistress Emily," he whispered, his fingers tracing the patterns of his cum stains on his desk. "Please, may I see your ass, my love?"
Emily chuckled softly before leaning further forward, offering him a close-up view of her tight, rosebud ass. "Is that what you want to see?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave. "Well, you better clean up your act, because I'm about to give you a show you won't forget."
And with that, Emily dropped her panties to the floor. A moment later, there was a distinct plop as her phone landed on the carpet beneath her desk. She reached back and spread her cheeks wide, offering her young lover an unobstructed view of her tight, puckered asshole.
"Oh, Mistress Emily," he moaned, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he prepared to record every single moment. "You're the best at this. Please, please let me record you."
Emily laughed softly, leaning forward once again so that their faces were mere inches apart. "Of course, my love," she whispered, rubbing her bare breasts against the cool glass of the screen. "I want you to appreciate every single moment of this."
With that, Emily closed her eyes and concentrated, forcing her shit to form into the perfect log. It took a few minutes, but finally, she felt the familiar pressure building in her bowels. Without warning, she pushed as hard as she could, sending her massive turd flying through the air and landing with a splat in the center of her computer screen.
As she watched in fascination, her slave's cock exploded, spraying his desk with cum while he screamed out in ecstasy. It was the most intense orgasm Emily had ever witnessed, and it filled her with a warm glow of accomplishment.
With a satisfied smile on her lips, Emily pulled up her panties and sat back in her chair, taking a long sip of wine. "Well, my love," she said, leaning back in the camera. "That was quite a performance, wasn't it?"
Her slave was still catching his breath, but he managed to force out a reply. "That... was amazing, Mistress Emily," he gasped. "Thank you for sharing that with me."
Emily leaned forward once again, her breasts pressing against the screen. "Any time, my devoted poop slave," she purred. "Just remember—you're here because of me; because I allow you to exist in my world."
And with that, she turned off the camera, feeling more powerful than ever before. For now, her lewd little performance was over. But she knew that deep down, her slave was already anticipating their next session... eagerly awaiting another taste of her heavenly shit.
